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I think it's that it's been so hot lately and the sun so electrifying that my eyes start to burn in their socks. It's a dry achy burn that I can only guess is from all the blinding reflection from pavement, buildings, and just everything in general.
I'm okay though, today was busy, but not busy. I feel as if things got done but I'm not sure what because I still have that sense of un-accomplishment in my bones. But it's also almost 6pm which means that nothing would get done even if I tried. Which means that I obviously wouldn't be trying very hard. Which means I didn't really want to try. So in all honesty, I've decided to let go of today and live in the evening and try to just be, with my husband lying on the couch and our dog who's beating herself up with her toys. It's a game for her. She's quite spastic.
I want to work on appreciating these moments. Hot sterile heat. A quiet shallow calm. Just resting on the surface. No one wants to move too much. It's easier and less taxing to be prone, but don't let let your legs touch your own leg. It's a sweat gatherer and it's much more relaxing to be dry.
I have nothing much to say but that. I want to read, but my eyes hurt so much. But that I'll try. Obviously I want to read.
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